Slappy- Living Dolls

As everyone stared in shock, Slappy’s body stopped its ragged wandering. It stood erect. It raised both hands in the air and waved to the shelves on the basement walls.

  Silence.

  For a long moment, nothing happened.

  And then Ian heard a clattering sound.

  A rustling, scraping sound. Soft thuds.

  He saw movement. He gazed up at the shelves and gasped. “The dolls!” he choked out.

  Everyone saw them now. The broken dolls were sitting up … standing … dropping off the shelves … hitting the basement floor with a clatter and a crash.

  They were all moving. Sliding their arms and legs. Letting themselves drop from the shelves. Hitting the floor, then standing. Swinging their arms. Sliding their heads around. Testing themselves.

  Alive. The dolls had all come alive.

  Slappy’s body stood with both hands raised. On the worktable, the head roared with maniacal laughter.

-Slappy Birthday to You, chapter 28